Life: Here & Now II

I've got problem, a syndrome, I'm a classic case for sure Whatever it is keeps me feelin lonely, and I'm doubtin that there's a cure

Brushed aside, quiet resist Muffled response, fraternal kiss Mornings weren't meant to be like this Smiles, kind, honest and true Hugs, given and received, valued Words, spoken to strengthen and renew Mornings were meant to be like this

Just a quick call, nothing particular to say. But you say it all, when you say "hey" When you smile at me across the telephone I'm ready to stop and come running home When I'm worn out from life's wild ride You help me get up again You get me goin, you've got me runnin, You've got me headin back to your side

A Proverb: 1.1

They all sit around the table braced for a day of hearing sales pitches from earnest folks who want to feed families, make the goal, and in the process deliver pokes at the competition (also on the agenda) They brace because they want to be dispassionate, logical, make a wise choice based upon their recent schooling, some experience, and not too keen to a voice of generalities, ramblings or brags (not on the agenda) We all plot strategies to break through the veneer, make a connection, find a way to navigate beyond the boundaries they've erected and persuade, in a day, a choice to advertise with us (always on our agendas)

drive away, drive away, off into the dust drive away, drive away, turning souls to rust oxidizing hearts with your bitter reply drive away, drive away, the stake is still too high drive like a madman, each blow glancing less drive like a madman, wound without redress it festers deep, your anger, deep and undenied drive like a madman, till hell itself is untied drive off, drive off! ponder no return drive off, drive off! the spittle's in the urn rotting foul, rakish brown, death layered on sin seething anger has set its stain on your drooling chin

far deeper than exclamatory the truth from each heart's dormitory feeling locked in by its faux intellect broken and low waiting to be coaxed into unity

When you come to mind and want to take on all my thought, Or consume my time with banal stories and suggest what should be bought My best recourse is to find a substitute and let your lure remind me to remember Truth. *Sent from and photo taken with Nokia E61i

muscles taut, fingers high toes so far away inhale, hold, and a sigh groans as we stretch away according to the wiki stretching reasons are defined "they" know that quite simply flex is what we have in mind that could be true but i am beginning to doubt the standard notion -- when people stretch, (whatever inning) it's their hearts that are in motion

kept alone, not yet grown beyond the subtleties of preconception felt before, but an open door to the possibility of re-cognition morphs phonemes and inner dreams into emotion words shared, interchanged, gain in potence

it occurred to me over and over that i had formed many words and yet left totally unsaid all the important things - it's absurd i can't leave it completely unspoken can't risk the slipping away did i tell you yet "you're the best" or tell you "I love you" today? *photo Copyright: Richard Walters, licensed through istockphoto.com

neglect creeps forward burrowing rootlets in your discontent silence careens toward the storm where droplets form in lament can i replace my word before anchor sets undo torment?

it's mercy that i need, not another how-to manual fresh-baked each day i want it more than refreshing good morning kiss or blonde hugs more than top-down breezes under the hot starry sky more than spooned doses of slumber or the languid stretch it's mercy that I need, for i be a scoundrel

s tretched out, making long reaches for both ends at once, my arms open to catch all they can hold hovered above, lingering teasingly just out of reach, my hands tickle all they can grasp held close, breathing in salty sweetness, my hugs encase all they can treasure hidden within, working outward through words, my heart unlocks all it can yearn radiated near, illuminating both day and night, your smiles give me all the joy my soul can handle

I wanna hug to the center go where i'm sent or grab rest and enter in, I wanna be near you and growing as you are showing me how to make you smile all you want me to be, what you want me to see all the things you want me to do i'll be watching and learning this is my yearning i wanna i wanna touch you i'll go to the inside, the outside, front side and backside, top and bottom just to see all you want me to be, what you want me to see all the things you want me to do i'll be watching and learning this is my yearning i wanna i wanna touch you * photo taken by me. Camera: Nokia E61i

hercule poiroit taught me quietly, calmly, while he would tell his truest friend what was in each little gray cell with a mustached smile and a gentle 'mon ami'

i want a home on the range my dad and gene autrey sang often of its wild life and peaceful nights skies full of stars for my grazing eyes sweet breezes of words, releasing soul sighs illuminated far from the harsh lights i want a home on the range *for lyric variations see this

I was out late last night, coming from south going west, Instead of going on Southwest. The train was more fun and less pain (reliable) than waiting hours and hours for the plane (unreliable) but It didn't take me where I really wanted to be (KC?). * Photo taken by me at Clark Street Station, Chicago. Camera: Nokia E61i

It was a time difference, and a space difference, that made him realize that every difference Was real. In every way, at many times, for only one moment, the fabric of the sheer barrier tween worlds Was rent . Image taken from http://science.hq.nasa.gov/universe/images/ngc300.jpg

If I really wanted to I suppose I would Spend my life on things that truly could bring me Closer to the heart of the one who stood refreshingly by Me when I needed answers to the inner where, what, how and why